Elsa Albrecht

“Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?” An Aliens and Pacific Rim fandom OC. Multi-Verse. Multi-Fandom. Multi-Ship. Tracking: nihilxdolere

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Face to Face || Alexsa

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  An almost silent laugh escaped him as she called him on his lies. In that moment, Alex realized that he wasn’t going to get away with anything anymore. When she gestured towards the lonely chair in the room, he quickly placed himself to listen to the explanation. Her accent had always been particularly hard to interpret, but now it seemed to flow with ease. Perhaps it was merely a small beneficial side effect of their short time spent in the drift. “Oh,” he mouthed as she walked him through the condition. All of this would have been easier to deal with, had someone actually mentioned this to him beforehand.

When Bridgette’s name had been brought up in the conversation, Alex went completely silent. For a few long moments, he tried to form a sentence, but nothing seemed to want to come out. He was freezing up on the subject, something he hadn’t really done in a long time. After running his hands through his hair and taking in a stressed breath of air, he straightened his posture in the chair. “I—I should’ve told you about that. Everyone knew, so I thought you might’ve been aware. If what you say is true, I’m sorry that you had to feel that. The pain was enough to knock the air out of me, I can only imagine how it might’ve felt to you.”

He shifted in his seat for a moment, before gently crossing his arms across his chest. All of this was depressing to talk about, but it was something that needed to be done. Even if they weren’t going to be co-pilots anymore. They deserved some kind of explanation for why the drift had gone so terribly wrong. As Elsa brought up future drifts, Alex’s ears practically perked up. He hadn’t expected her to show interest in trying it again (especially after how long it had taken to get her to say yes). “In the future? With me?”

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"Vell zat makes two of us zen, because I thought zat someone vould  have told you about my condishun." She paused for a moment her eyes meeting his. "I'm sorry you had to feel zat." It was all she would say for now on the subject of Bridgette's death. They may have drifted once, but it was a sensitive subject, and they just weren't there yet. The fact that she even was sorry though, the fact that she actually cared how the event affected him..that spoke volumes. Especially considering only days ago she had pretty much hated the man's guts. (She still thought he was a smug asshole, but she had a feeling that would never change.)

He looked so surprised that she would actually consider drifting with him again that she almost laughed. "I vent really fuckink wrong.." She scratched the back of her head. "But before zat memory.. It vas goink vell vasn't it? Better zan ze last guy zey paired me vith anyvay.." It had gone far better than just well, but Elsa didn't exactly have much to compare it too. She could practically still feel the connection with Alex, even if it was only a memory of the brief drift they had shared.

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Reunion Pt 1 - Elsa by hooksdarling featuring a leather bracelet

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Arrival in Istanbul - Elsa by hooksdarling featuring gucci glasses

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Istanbul | Open

Her Da’ always said she drove like a maniac, that she belonged in one of those rally races or something. But this was ridiculous. “Can ye fuckin’ slow down for a minute, yeah?” She screamed at the cab driver, who seemingly forgot how to speak English in his desire to kill her on the way to the hotel. If Caitlin wasn’t so determined to arrive at this bad idea mostly alive, she’d notice just how beautiful the city was. Bright, vibrant, alive. If the driver didn’t slow down, she wouldn’t be any of those things in a minute.

Finally they arrived, though she didn’t look any better for it. Stumbling from the yellow cab in too-high heels and a pencil skirt seemingly unfit for her state of coherency, Caitlin tossed her hand luggage on the pavement, shooting the driver a sarcastic smile as he rabbled on in Turkish and unloaded her bags. Bad idea. This was such a bad idea. She had work on Monday night and the neighbour’s cat might feel lonely without her, and maybe Da’ would like a visit?

“Affedersiniz, bayan?" The driver brought her from her reverie, hand held out expectantly. As though the jet lag and rally race through developed city weren’t enough, Caitlin felt like she’d been hit with a ton of bricks. Nothing made sense right now. "Excuse me— oh. Oh, I’m so sorry! Here!” Shoveling through her purse, she handed the driver what, in hindsight, was probably a lot more than he was asking for, and let the bell boys take her bags. Now, it was time for sleep. Sleep, vodka, and room service— that is, if someone hadn’t just tapped her on the shoulder. “Oh, h-hi.”

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Elsa Albrecht had never been to Istanbul, which was saying something for her; and also probably a large reason why she had yet to be banned from the country. But if there was one thing the woman knew, it was that no matter what country you were in somewhere you could find iced coffee. Considering the woman's high energy levels, it was probably not safest beverage she could be drinking for those around. Then again when had she ever done what was safe? 

She had almost not bothered to show up at this ridiculous reunion. Never one to turn old stones, she was done with that part of her life and had moved onto the next thing. The problem was, where did you go once you had become an astronaut, gone spelunking in an archaic dome, and fought off aliens? It wasn't exactly like there were many options once returning to earth, but given her security access levels and newly grown wealth she had managed to find them. Despite this the blonde just had this feeling that there was no way that many space veterans could have a reunion without the shit hitting the fan, and by god that was a show she wouldn't be caught dead missing.

Sluuurrrppp. Elsa perched on top of the railing of the handicap ramp outside of the hotel as she drank her coffee, her face hidden by an over sized pair of designer sunglasses that seemed slightly at odds with her torn up jeans and bomber jacket. It was a prime viewing area to watch as the rest of the crew members arrived without being seen until she decided she wanted to be. She wasn't keen on seeing everyone that could show up to this little soiree, but there were others that she could at least put on her well feigned smile and greet like a friend.

One of such was stepping out of a cab, and already looking completely out of her element. Her state of incoherence had Elsa amused already, and she could tell this trip was going to be worth it. Hopping down from the railing Elsa paced over to Caity and tapped her on the shoulder. When the brunette turned around and spoke with a stutter, a grin immediately grew on Elsa's face. "Vat's ze matter Caity, you look like you've just seen a Xenomorph." Sluuurp.

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Since returning to Earth, Elsa has maintained no contact with any of the former crew members. The closest she came to keeping in touch with anyone, was the occasional post card sent to Jax with no name and no return address.

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Face to Face || Alexsa

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  Nothing could have been worse than being confined in the med bay for an extended amount of time. Observation was what they called it, but Alex could easily compare it to a prison sentence. There was something about the sterile rooms that bothered him, and the food seemed to be ten times as tasteless on this side of the Shatterdome. It felt like punishment for the failed attempt at a drift, but Marshall Mori never struck him as the vindictive type. After several fights with the nurses, they decided the man was ready to be released from their care, and sent him on his way. Of course, his first instinct was to retreat back to his office, but he decided to make a pit stop along the way.

With more than enough time to think about the events that played out earlier in the week, Alex made a point to drop in on his rookie partner (though the term was very loose at this point). He made sure to knock on the side of the door to announce his arrival before standing at the end of her bed. “You look… well.” He cleared his throat in a sheepish manner, before looking out the window at passing nurses. That was a blatant lie. They both looked like they had been through hell and back a few times. “I would’ve visited sooner, but they were holding me captive. Standard protocol, I suppose. Are you hurt? I mean, did that do anything to you?”

It was obvious that he had been worried since seeing her carried away on a stretcher. The explanation the doctors gave him was vague, as he wasn’t entirely schooled in medical terminology. He chewed at the bottom of his lip, tapped his fingers to a familiar tune on the railing, and took in their surroundings. Alex wanted to talk about what had happened in the drift, the things she might’ve seen, but he couldn’t quite get it out yet. The wounds that he was convinced had healed were just reopened, and weren’t quite covered up just yet.

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Alex looked about as shitty as Elsa felt as he stood at the end of her bed. She knew she didn't look well in the least, not with the hell she had just gone through, and she had no hesitation in calling him out on the white lie. "I look like scheisse und so do you." She looked him over as he questioned her, and was actually surprised by the worry he was showing. She probably shouldn't be, considering he likely barely had any idea was going on, but she hadn't expected him to give a shit about how she was doing. What surprised her more than that though was that she actually cared how he was doing. People had flat out die and been tortured since she had been at the dome, and yet this was the first time she actually found herself questioning whether or not anyone other than herself was ok.

"I take it zey've barely explained vat happened to you zen." She gestured to the seat next to her bed, and waited on him to sit before giving her explanation. If he was going to be her co-pilot (which was questionable at the moment) then she had better start getting used to his presence now. It helped that for once she didn't want to smack any particular look off of his face.

"I have vat's called Congenital Analgesia. Vat zat means is zat I can't feel pain. At all. I can feel pleasure, pressure, hot, cold, anysink und everysink except for pain. Ven ve vere in ze drift..." She paused at took a deep breath as the memory of the pain washed over her. "It vas only ze second time in my life zat I have every felt pain. Ze first beink vith ze partner I vas originally assigned. Zat vas vy zere vas a medical team on standby. Every ache und scratch zat you usually don't even notice, felt far worse to me for never feelink it at all." She paused for a moment, knowing this next part was the elephant in the room between them. "When she...Bridgette? When Bridgette died vhile you vere connected to her..I felt every bit of zat pain like nosink I have ever felt before."

She swallowed and allowed the information to sink in, it was always some sort of spectacle when people first heard of her condition. Either they thought she was a miracle, an abomination, or a sideshow act, but they all always had some sort of reaction. "There was nothing they could do for it but treat the shock and check for neural damage. Thankfully there was none, and if that didn't cause any then likely the drift won't..in the future.." She looked at him questioningly as she said the last bit, silently questioning whether or not that future would be with him after the incident that had occurred. Frankly she wouldn't blame him if it wasn't. Who the hell wanted a broken co-pilot?

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Face to Face || Alexsa

Not much could be done for the trauma that Elsa had experienced from the drift. She was treated for shock and tested for any neural damage from the sudden introduction of such intense pain into her system. Other than that there was nothing that could really be done other than keep her under supervision, and later she would be given a psych evaluation because of the experience.

The young German woman was back to her usual state of lack of pain, but the memory of it still kept playing out on repeat in her head. With her stay in the hospital room, she had plenty of time to think over what had happened in the drift.

The connection between her and Alex had been strong, far stronger than she had ever expected to experience. The drift with her previously assigned partner had barely even gotten off of the ground, but theirs had felt... stable. She had never felt so stable in her life. Then there was what had happened with his partner. Elsa had never once felt a loss like that, because she had never had anything to lose. It gave her a new perspective of the obnoxious Frenchman, who was making his way through the door of her hospital room at that very moment.

She shifted to sit up in her hospital bed, looking at him warily. Things had not gone well, and she had witnessed what was likely the most private thing there was available in his mind. Their drift was strong, but there still remained the question of whether or not her condition would cause him to call things off. Even with the overwhelming pain she had just gone through, she wasn't sure she was ready for that rejection.

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Catch You In The Drift || Elsa & Alex

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  Both of them had been ordered to get back into alignment, but with Elsa’s reaction to the memory, it didn’t seem likely to happen. A familiar voice transmitting through Alex’s headset practically begged him not to chase the rabbit, and to fight the urges, but as every precious second passed, he felt his sense of reality beginning to blur. His strength was faltering against echoing screams from his rookie partner, which began to slowly work their way into that specific memory. The training Conn-Pod morphed into the familiar interior of his old Jaegar, and his position in alignment seemed to switch around.

It was now Bridgette’s desperate cries for help that filled his mind, as he struggled to remove himself from entangled wires that hung around them. Their Jaeger had fully lost control at that moment, which left them vulnerable for upcoming attacks. For some reason, preserving his own life didn’t seem like a priority.

“No, no, no,” he whispered as he scrambled to her side with a look of great despair.

Blood was everywhere.

One quick glance over the damage suggested that Bridgette wasn’t going to come out of this alive. It was the monster’s appendage that was keeping her body together, and it was a miracle that she hadn’t passed yet. Before he could get out a coherent sentence, the woman had drifted out of consciousness, and her heart rate slowly dropped.

“Don’t leave me,” he pleaded as he reached over to touch her face.

All the life that once filled her face had disappeared. It was then that Alex fell to his knees with a mixture of emotions flooding through him. Regret was amongst the most prominent, as there had been many things left unsaid. If this had somehow taken place in the Shatterdome, he would have been completely inconsolable, but he was alone now. There was no one left in his world.

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As Alex delved deeper into the memory, the other woman's pain continued to rip through Elsa's body; leaving her with the sick taste of bile in her mouth from where it was all just too much to handle. Thankfully as the memory progressed Alex pulled himself out of his connection with the woman, and the disengagement finally put an end to the Elsa's suffering as she felt the life slowly draining from the woman's body. Even with the end of that suffering, Elsa was still left with Alex's emotional pain.

The man had just lost the only person in his life, leaving him with no one; something that Elsa understood all too well. But as bad as Elsa had always thought that felt, she now knew that it could be worse. So much worse to have someone and then lose them than to have never known what it was like to have someone at all.

As the memory came to an end the medical team was moving as fast as they could to disengage Alex and Elsa to get her immediate medical attention. Had the young woman been able to move she likely would have fought them off and begged them to stop touching her. Her body was still in shock from pain like nothing she had ever felt before, and their hands on her body only seemed to make things worse. She wanted nothing more than to curl up in on herself and cry until she couldn't cry anymore, but she wasn't even allowed that much as she was shifted to a stretcher. Only a couple of the medical team remained behind to check up on Alex, as the rest towed Elsa off for emergency treatment.